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Elena's POV

I couldn't see properly, only able to make out the blurred visions of people moving about me. Their voices were low, but the sound of beeping pierced my eardrums over and over again. It felt like I was underwater, slowly rising to the surface as everything came crashing down.

"Elena, you're losing a lot of blood. We are going to give you some," A faint voice hummed.

I could not move my lips to respond, no matter how hard I tried. I felt their hands roam my body, needles pricking the flesh of my arm. My muscles were so weak, and I could not even control myself.

"I need to examine her," A doctor spoke urgently, her cold hands sizzling against my skin.

Damon's POV

"W-what's wrong?" I panicked, seeing the uncertainty in Alaric's eyes.

"She started bleeding, and I-I drove her to the hospital," He swallowed thickly.

My eyes widened. "W-what's wrong?"

"She was completely hysterical, but they brought her into surgery to see what was wrong. It was the only thing they could do for her sake and the baby's."

I shook my head and breathed deeply. I couldn't even imagine how scared or confused Elena must have been. All the pain she was going through and I wasn't there to help her through it.

"So, what happens now? Is it normal for the doctors to do that?"

"Honestly, I'm not sure," Alaric said sadly, but gave a small smile of reassurance. "They know what they are doing, Damon, trust me. I'm sure she'll be just fine. I just think that it might be the stress and all the stuff going on."

"I have to see her, Ric. Now!" I demanded, running a hand through my messy hair.

"I know, Damon, but there is something else you need to know." Alaric looked behind him before leaning forward a little, speaking lowly. "The Prophet has been given the go ahead and he is leaving town, tonight. If we don't get him now, then we are never going to make him pay for all of this."

I growled, knowing full-well what he meant. That bastard had to pay for everything and everyone he'd hurt. Maybe the justice system of the United States had failed me, but I could still use the good old fashioned methods of punishment.

"Ric, you need to get me out of here. Now!"

"Damn it, Damon, you know I can't do that." My friend hissed, with distress in his eyes. "My neck is already on the line for taking the files. I just can't risk anymore."

I sighed and looked deep into his eyes. "Please. Do something, anything. I can't stand another moment in here knowing that monster is free and that Elena is in pain. Just…please…"

I looked down at the floor, closing my eyes on the unshed tears that threatened to seep through as I waited for his answer. However, to my horror, I heard the receiver on the phone click off as Alaric jumped from his seat and left the room.

"Fuck," I whispered, slamming my fist into the table as a tear finally escaped my lid.

I bowed my head to pray to my creator. No matter how much Elena and I had suffered, I had never given up my faith. I cried, begging Him for a miracle. Anything to save my wife and our baby.

Elena's POV

"What's happening..?" I slurred, blinking repeatedly.

An oxygen mask was taped to my face and what must have been a thousand machines sitting around me. They chirped weird noises, each seemingly connected to my body somehow. Several people surrounded me, looking at note boards and checking my pulse.

"Elena?" One of the spectators said, smiling a little. "My name is Doctor Fell. How are you feeling?"

I went to answer, but felt a wave of pain crash through my lower body, making me cry out in agony. I gripped my belly, and noticed then that I was in a hospital gown, my legs spread open on the bed.

"W-what's happening to me?" I asked again, my voice even more panicked than before.

"Miss, you have to calm down. Everything will be fi-.."

"Please!" I screamed, my body twisting in pain again. "Just tell me…my baby…is…i-"

"The baby is fine," Doctor Fell explained, "We are just checking you to make sure the baby is okay. You lost a lot of blood, but everything's okay now," She smiled.

"W-why?"

"You have a condition we call placenta prev-" The doctor tried to explain before I interjected in panic.

I was confused and it made me more hysterical.

"Placenta pr…what is that? My baby...where is my baby?"

The Doctor sighed. "It means that your placenta is lying unusually low in your uterus, next to or covering your cervix. If the placenta is still close to the cervix later in pregnancy, which yours is, it can cause bleeding. It's harmless, Elena. We just need to watch you closely, but you're not losing the baby if that's what you thought."

I nodded a little, still unable to understand what was happening to me but allowed them to examine between my legs. My hand rested on my bump, running a thumb over and over as I soothed my unborn child. I was just so relieved that the baby was okay. I took a few deep breaths, nodding to the doctor.

"Try to rest, Elena. You're only twenty four weeks. This baby needs time to grow," The doctor spoke before exiting the room.

"W-wait," I shouted, the woman turning to look at me.

"I need to tell my husband I'm okay. Please," I urged.

Damon's POV

I had been pacing my cell for at least twenty minutes, unable to rest for even a moment. I couldn't believe that Alaric had just left me there without a word of explanation as to what he was doing. Did he even know how hard this was for me?! The waiting around and not knowing what in the hell was going on in the outside world left me in agony.

All I could think about was Elena, the baby…and then my thoughts flashed to the Prophet and how much I wanted to rip his head off. Just then, an ear ringing siren sound echoed throughout the building. Red lights flashed around me and I placed my hands over my ears, trying to block out the noise.

A police officer came running towards my cell, quickly throwing the door open before he grabbed my arm and yanked me toward the doors.

"What's happening?" I shouted as we made our way to the front desk where many other policemen had gathered.

"There's a fire in the building!" He yelled, "We have to get everyone out."

I nodded and quickly darted for the exit along with a group of other people, all gathering outside the building as a small amount of smoke rose from the top floor window. I raised my eyebrows and looked around at everyone who all looked just as worried about the situation, which I didn't understand. It was only a small fire, right? In fact, other than the small amount of smoke, I saw no evidence of one.

At that moment, my arm was snatched in a death hold, and I was dragged into a nearby alleyway. I went to swing at whoever had just grabbed me until I recognized who it was.

"Hey, it's me!" He yelled, continuing to pull me along until we were out of sight of the police station.

"What the hell was that all about?" I asked, breathing heavily.

"Well, you didn't leave me a lot of options, so I had to think drastically." Alaric laughed.

I jumped up in surprise. "You set the station on fire?"

"No!" Ric panted, patting my back. "I just burnt some toast and held it up to the smoke detractor." He smirked at me.

"That…that was actually pretty smart of you," I breathed, laughing a little.

"Like I said, I didn't have a lot of other options in ways to get you out. Anyway, by the time they notice you're gone, they would have been released you. We have to start moving, though. I got the Prophet to meet us somewhere."

"Really?" I gasped. "How?"

"Well, he thinks he is meeting up with a member of the FBI team on your case. I told him that the evidence has gone missing and that I need a statement from him. And, being the noble citizen he is, he agreed to give evidence if it meant locking your ass up for life."

"That bastard!" I hissed, hitting the wall. "I'm gonna make him pay for this."

"And you'll get that chance tonight," Alaric confirmed. "Now, come on. I'm meeting him in one hour by the old motor factory."

"The motor factory? Isn't it abandoned and dangerously old?"

"I know that and you know that, but he doesn't know that." Ric grinned and I knew what he was thinking.

The Prophet…all alone…no one to help him…or to hear his screams of pain…Perfect!

The car ride felt like years and I fiddled with my fingers as I waited. So much was happening all at once and I wasn't sure how to cope. When we finally pulled up to the notorious warehouse, Alaric told me to relax, seeing the fear in my eyes.

He then directed me to wait behind the door to the motor factory and out of sight of anymore who might turn up. I knew it was best for me to wait for the right moment to attack. My fingers were twitching at the thought of getting my hands on him and making him suffer like the way Elena had for so long.

It might have been considered wrong or sick, but I couldn't wait to hear him beg for mercy as I slowly tortured him, watching that smirk slip from his face to be replaced with horror. Oh yes, he would pay.

Just then, a car pulled up to the side of the factory next to Alaric's own. The man got out of the vehicle and stepped closer to my friend and I recognised him easily.

the Prophet himself. I was rather surprised he showed up alone, but it only made it easier for me.

Alaric casually greeted the asswipe, gesturing to join him inside the building. I watched as he followed him, unknowingly walking to his death. Moments later, the warehouse door shut and I felt better already.

I used the back door to enter, taking my time in arriving. I could hear his struggles as Alaric repeatedly hit him over the head. I saw he was already tied to the chair and I let out a long sigh. His face and cries showed his sudden panic and I couldn't help but smile.

I walked slowly over to his bound body, purposely clicking my heels as I stepped closer. I heard his ragged breaths, seeing as his eyes glazed over. His forehead was sweaty as always and I was so happy his arms could not reach to wipe it from him.

I took no time in swinging the first punch, the popping of Mosiah's jaw echoing through the warehouse. I did it again and again, watching the blood spatter me. I let that man feel everything I had; the pain, the hurt, the loss. I let him relive every moment he had hurt those innocent girls. I kicked him with all my heart, my tears mixing with his warm blood.

"Only God can judge us, isn't that right? Well I have a feeling you'll never know since Hell has you on their VIP list. Fuck you, Mosiah. Fuck you." I screamed, smashing his skull with my fist repeatedly.

I saw the man slowly crane his neck to look at me and he smiled.

"I guess I'll see your child there," he chuckled and my face immediately turned to rage

I punched him so hard, the entire chair falling onto it's side along with his body.

"You will never touch my child. EVER," I barked, slamming my foot down hard on the floor.

Seconds later the old floor cracked beneath me and I stepped back suddenly, watching as the wood broke under the fallen chair. The Prophet fell through the new opening into the basement below, his screams piercing through me. I watched in shock as the chair landed right on top of a sharp piece of old machinery, instantly grazing the Prophet's arm and slicing it right off.

The shrieks he released made my blood run cold and I looked at Alaric in confusion.

"I told you its an old building," Alaric laughed, aware of the poor foundation.

I tried to smile, but for a moment I felt sad that I didn't get to make that monster suffer more.

"God will finish him off, Damon. Don't let that man take away the good in you. He will bleed to death, alone and in pain. Is there a better way for that man to die? A long and painful death, just like he deserves," Alaric assured me, patting me on the back.

I hugged Alaric, agreeing with his notion. If the devil didn't bleed to death, he would starve and that could take months. He would beg us to finish him off and I would just laugh at him like he had Elena. How could that disgusting man say that our child would join him in Hell? How?

"Please," I heard Mosiah scream over and over.

I walked over to the broken floor, peering over the edge to see his distorted and bloody mass. The man was unrecognizable, his face bruised and swollen, his blood engulfing him.

"Damon, It's time to go home. Where you deserve to be," Alaric called behind me, snapping me out of my trance.

"You will no longer control me. You will no longer hurt anyone. You will no longer be free," I shot and I spat on his soon-to-be corpse.

I then turned and ran out the warehouse, feeling liberated. The chains of that man would no longer restrain me. I'd never run so fast in my life. My breathing was short and my lungs felt like they might collapse, but I kept going. I didn't stop when the nurses tried to slow me down. I didn't stop as Alaric screamed my name. I just kept going.

I begged a young nurse for her room number and she did not hesitate to tell me. I finally made it to the third floor and ran for the end of the corridor, knowing that was Elena's room. I felt tears brim in my eyes as I threw open the door, almost collapsing to my knees at the sight before me.

Elena was sprawled out on the bed, wires attached to her from every angle. Her skin was white and her breathing slow. Her eyes were closed like when I had thought she was in a coma months ago.

"Elena?" My voice broke as she slowly opened her eyes.

"D-Damon…" She croaked, reaching out for my hand and giving me a weak smile.

"Hush now. It's okay." I whispered. "It's fine, I'm here now…"

"Damon…"

I paused, gazing at her. She looked different…very different. Not just that she was sick, but she looked like she was missing something, something important. That's when it hit me as I looked down at her abdomen. She was lying on her side, her tummy looking smaller somehow. Was it just the angle at which I looked at her?

"D-Damon," She whispered again, "The b-baby…"

I didn't wait for her to finished as I collapsed onto my knees beside her. The baby..? The baby was gone? No! My Elena was safe and alive…but the baby...

I let out a long cry and gripped Elena's hand, holding on for dear life as my world came crashing down around me.